Oh, that reminds me, uh, the only time she really gave me any details was she had borrowed my Grand Am and brought it back with a bent tie rod because she supposedly had to, while avoiding MAX who was chasing her down a back road ran over some railroad tracks, she had gone off the path and had actually run over the railroad tracks, but it was Max’s fault that that happened. Um, apparently, he wanted to talk to her and she didn’t want to talk to him, but the thing is that, you know my car was wrecked and I was left to fix it.
When I have the police at my door accusing me of things, no, I tend to cut off contact.
Um, no. No, I can honestly say that no, I mean I know people that did know him personally and uh, you know, but uh, no I never really, um, she sort of, I don’t even know if he really was involved with anything as far as she sent me a letter one time saying that she was sorry for having him investigate me and stand in the woods by my house and check me out which I could never figure out why. For a state policeman to check out somebody who had no reason, I mean there was no background, um, I mean there was no reason for my family, for me or my family to be checked out by anybody in the law enforcement, and especially locally. I mean, there was nothing to look for. So, I think it was just, it was just a way of making me a little paranoid about why, you know?Yeah, I just, like I said I, I just, I felt really bad, it took me a long time to, to get over the hurt – I knew she was self-destructive.
She had borrowed one of my vehicles at one time without permission while we were out of town for a weekend and left it on the street with the doors hanging open running with the keys in it.
AH: I know I got an email from him at one time – Interviewer: From Max? AH: Well, it was supposed to have been from him, saying that I should forgive her for what she’d done, and I sent back a note saying that I wanted nothing more to do with her and I’m sorry he was involved with her but that was his problem, and that was pretty much the last correspondence. So, from the history that I know that she and Max had, um, that it was very possible that he would be cleaning up after her, you know, because he seemed to always be the one pulling her out of scrapes. You know, he was always the one, he was the guardian angel, he was always the one making it right and the one she ran to, you know, that was what I had always understood to be the history.I guess I still have some baggage that I need to work through – it took me quite a while, I mean I had trust issues there that, you know, like I said, I went against my husband, I went against another woman who was my best friend, and they’re all like, why are you trying to help her, why are you involved with her and, you know, especially my husband and he’s like, I want you to have nothing to do with her. And I’m like: don’t tell me who I can be friends with. I know her, she wouldn’t do anything to me and then, like I said, we had cops coming to the door, you know, I mean she just really, my little world is very small and she really got us… yeah, did a number on me I have to admit.No, as a matter of fact when she came here, I’d lent her money; as a matter of fact, she actually stole money too.Last time I heard was that she had gone, I heard on our local news, the Johnstown news that she had presented herself at a hospital for a shot and then had gone back, and when a nurse had identified her as someone who had just been in, she claimed she was her twin sister. Yeah, that was the last I had heard of her and that was only through the news that I heard that.
I just feel so bad that she did all that to him, and I was talking to her and thinking that she was the one that was going to be in, have the problem.Well, seeing like I said, we had never had any trouble with the law and then to have one of the sheriff’s department people show up here and then the investigator, and then after I made him go to, or he helped me go to Philly and then she caused us all this trouble, yeah, he [this victim’s husband] hopes he never hears her name again.She just went completely off the deep end with the money and the lying and the drugs, the shots, you know, oh my.Excellent articles but when I first started reading them, I had to just stop what I was doing and then pretend like, pretend that I didn’t know the person, because it was really hard to read, thinking my god, you know, I knew this person – I thought I did.You know, you know, she just was getting so erratic to the point that people were noticing, and then she’d go to church and sit, you know, front and center, you know, and uh, it’s like, you know, what are you doing? You know, like, it was insane.Oh well, no, at this point I believe nothing that came out of her mouth so, I really didn’t believe that, I just sort of thought that was just Lynda talking.Oh, she used to eat baby food. I mean, I don’t think the woman ate solid food for years. But she used to eat baby food ‘cause she had to – you know, god forbid she put on an ounce.
Yeah uh, Lynda had a couple of run ins with Lori because at one time Lynda had basically stolen our truck. We were out of town, we were at our camp which is two hours away and Lori called me and said you better get home, she said, I just heard it come across the scanner that your pickup truck – they’re looking for it. I said why would they be looking for it? And apparently Lynda had uh, apparently, she had gotten the key, went to the hospital, got a shot, and lied to the nurses and said that she had somebody outside waiting for her to take her home, and a nurse looked out and saw she got in the vehicle and drove herself away, so she took down the license number and my girlfriend heard it come across the scanner.I know that she had taken the keys and um, she had the keys, or a key for the truck and because when Lori tracked it down, she found it in the alley behind the apartment building she was living in, um with the keys in it, the door hanging open, and Lynda had apparently gone in the backdoor and gone up and passed out in her apartment, but left the truck sitting there with the keys in it with the door open in the alley.
I would say when she lived down there in that apartment after Philadelphia – yeah, she used to have very dramatic mood swings, you know – she would get – go from extreme high over stuff to carrying on, you know, anything could set her off, you just never knew.
You know, I just wish to God they could just put her somewhere where she could get help.
Actually, it’s sort of a family joke around here that uh, – you ever see the movie Beetlejuice? If you say the name three times – we call her Beetlejuice; we don’t use her name because we don’t want her all of a sudden appearing.
